I Love You, Razor

You see that blade?
See how it glides?
See how it cuts?
How it makes me fly?
That's the pleasure it brings,
That's the relief i feel,
When that piece of metal?
Rolls over skin like a wheel
My legs, my wrist, my heart
So far apart
Not really
Connected with a razor
Blink, Charlotte, Low
Brides, Siren and Piercings,
All saving me and helping to stop
An addiction; that's what you are
An addiction that hurts but softens me
You are my friend, blade
You, blade, you
You fantastic piece of silver
You shiny pier if silver, an angel
Angels set you free, so do you

~ by Harley Cherry (C)